Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.